Can this distress denser be than her tress
Such razor edges mercilessly cut
When on thy arrogant cheeks flirt the mess
Openly into bits put gallant gut
Nasty ruthless razor of hatred, sword
May a layer take along, limb as well
And bring to court a mutilated bird
Luxury and favours royal to swell
But, cut of tress in recess of heart lives
Lethally into the veins of mind dance
Every now and then breaks the deadly news
Never to offer to live second chance
On skin a wound may heal with time and tide
Never ever has healed beneath the hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem